Maniacal Meanderings of a Monster

Manic by nature, recurring on paper

Therapists lose hope, increasing the dope

Drugs flowing free, needles, pills, killing spree

Blood Spackle the walls, as heroes continue their falls

 

Darker than Poe deeper than The Raven

They call me john doe, darkness, my haven

Eat your heart out Stephen King, for in the depths I am supreme

Madness creeps like silent tendrils, the sparks of life, fading candles

 

Full moon in the sky this wolf roams free

Amazing, this high, apparitions I see

Clouds hang ominous, a storm is approaching

Demons insert dominance, my will, they're encroaching

 

Death soars through the air feeding on the pitiful

Silence your prayer as it seems so fictional

You cling to beliefs, yet fail to believe

Stealing words like thieves, yet faith, you fail to achieve

 

The masses say one yet do another

Death is done, to the masses, a slaughter

Bigots and hypocrites run rampant through alleys

Full of their dissidence, on Death's list, simply more tallies

 

Darker than Poe, deeper than The Raven

They call me john doe, darkness, my haven

Eat your heart out Stephen King, for in the depths I am supreme

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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